Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The wind in the desolate western wilderness was so fierce, it felt like a file was grinding against bones.

Beside the wreckage of the white bone spirit boat, mud bubbled and bubbled. The number sixty half-demon blood disciple suppressed even his breathing to a minimum, his whole body slumped in the pit like mud.

Suddenly, an extremely piercing bird cry came from the horizon. The sound could tear a person's eardrums apart.

The three Immortal Alliance reconnaissance cranes, each as large as a small hill, tore through the thick clouds and circled down.

A dozen or so Foundation Establishment stage punishment wielders stood on the broad back of the spirit crane. The captain in charge held a palm-sized soul-detecting compass in his hand.

The array patterns beneath the compass spun rapidly, the green-glowing pointer biting directly below. That was the dragon bone array pattern at the center of the wreckage of the white bone spirit boat, pinned to the mud by Li Laosi's ancient, broken spear.

The captain of the punishment squad peered down, his gaze sweeping over the now-cold fire below and the desolate, lifeless swamp where not a soul could be found.

"Heh." The captain exhaled a disdainful breath from his nostrils.

"These peasants from the Western Wilderness, are they like groundhogs? They're pretty fast runners."

A nearby executioner leaned forward: "Boss, the compass didn't detect any living beings. They probably fought to the last man, and all the wounded and crippled have hidden in underground tunnels. Should we go down and search?"

The captain slapped one of his men across the face.

"Search my ass! The malevolent energy beneath the Great Wilderness can drain your true essence." The captain raised his chin, his face full of arrogance. "Suppress the Spirit Crane."

He pulled out three dark, round spheres from his storage bag, their surfaces still hissing with sinister sparks.

"Throw down a few 'Burning Blood Yin Lightning's." The captain yawned. "Level this crater and that broken bone to the ground."

The deepest part of the mud.

The waist-deep mud completely enveloped Li Laosi.

He had a hollow reed tube between his teeth, and he had forcibly suppressed the ancient, primordial blood in his body to a freezing point, so that even his heartbeat was as slow as a dead man's.

The muddy water was murky, but it couldn't hide his bloodshot eyes. He stared like a starving lone wolf at the ever-growing bellies of the cranes overhead.

Fifty zhang. Thirty zhang. Ten zhang.

In mid-air, the punishment officer's wrist twitched.

The three burning blood lightning bolts had just left his palm and hadn't even had a chance to fall.

"boom!"

The complex ancient blood patterns on Li Laosi's chest suddenly shone brightly! The dark red light pierced through the thick mud.

The lifeless mud pit suddenly exploded into a huge crater.

Li Laosi was like a giant crossbow that had been pulled to its limit and then suddenly snapped, carrying violent mud, forcefully breaking through the earth's gravity and rising from the ground!

He didn't have any magical artifacts at all.

Veins bulged on Li Laosi's two thick arms. He gripped a huge demonic beast leg bone that he had just forcibly ripped from the wreckage of the spirit boat.

The thigh bone was as thick as a pillar, and it stirred up a fierce gust of wind in mid-air.

Using the terrifying momentum of his soaring into the sky, Li Laosi exerted force from his waist and back, stretching his entire body into a fully drawn bow in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The massive leg bone slammed precisely into the claw joint of the foremost crane. The pure, brute force of the Extreme Dao Body Cultivator, utterly unreasonable, erupted to its absolute limit in this strike.

The extremely crisp sound of bones shattering rang out clearly in the night sky.

"Hey——!"

The crane let out a bloodcurdling scream, its massive body instantly losing its balance, its wings flapping wildly, yet unable to stop its downward descent.

The executioners on the crane's back didn't even have time to react. Their protective auras hadn't even been activated yet.

Five or six Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with their flying swords, fell headfirst into the muddy ground below, accompanied by the three unexploded Blood-Burning Yin Lightning bolts.

"Boom!"

Three fiery, dark lightning bolts exploded in succession on the surface of the mud pit. Flames shot into the sky, and poisonous smoke billowed everywhere.

What comes out after frying is not blood or bits of meat at all.

From the churning thunder and mud, dozens of dark figures suddenly sprang out. These were rugged men from the wilderness, with bloodshot eyes and strangely shaped demonic limbs of all sizes atop their bodies. Some had arms covered in bluish-black iron scales, while others had fingernails that were curved and sharp as steel knives.

The sixtieth half-demon blood disciple has been waiting for this moment!

"kill!"

No unnecessary words. The rule in the Great Wilderness is: when you meet, you get to work.

The half-demon blood disciples didn't care what incantations the immortal cultivators in the sky were frantically performing, nor did they care how magnificent the prelude to those flying swords was.

Using the shockwave from the explosion, and braving the protective membrane of their Iron Shirts, they charged directly at the executioners who had been thrown into the mud.

Just as a punishment officer had erected a light blue protective water shield, before he could even crush the jade talisman for help, he was struck head-on by a burly man from the wilderness.

The man didn't even flinch; he braced his chest, covered in iron scales, and took the blow from the flying sword head-on.

Sparks flew everywhere. The Extreme Iron Shirt only suffered a white mark.

The executioner hadn't even figured out what kind of monster it was when a bloodthirsty thug with a bluish-black bear's arm pressed up to him.

This Bloodthirsty Bloodthirsty fighter was savage and brutal to the extreme. He used his broad shoulders to block another flying sword that was thrusting towards him, letting the blade slice through flesh and get stuck in his shoulder blade.

Immediately afterwards, he reached forward with his incredibly thick bear paw and grabbed the executioner by the neck.

"Snap!"

He clenched his fingers. A crisp cracking sound rang out from his Adam's apple.

Blood Disciple disdainfully shook his hand, threw the lifeless Immortal Alliance lackey into the mud, and turned to pounce on his next target.

In mid-air, the captain of the Punishment Force barely managed to steady himself. He watched helplessly as his elite troops were slaughtered like paper in front of these monsters, pinned to the ground and ruthlessly slaughtered.

This is not a battle of wits, it is a one-sided strangulation by wild beasts!

The captain was horrified; every hair on his body stood on end. He stared at Li Laosi, who had just landed below.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!" The captain bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of his life essence blood, pouring it all onto his life-bound flying sword.

The flying sword emitted a piercing buzz, transforming into an extremely cunning crimson streak, slashing straight towards Li Laosi's unsuspecting nape. Its speed was so fast that even its afterimage was invisible.

The sword energy from the flying sword had already grazed the skin on Li Laosi's neck.

But Li Laosi didn't even turn his head.

On his thigh, the knife wound he had inflicted himself to intimidate others caused the muscles around the wound to clench sharply in that critical moment.

Using this extremely abnormal burst of muscle power, Li Laosi's thick body was able to move half an inch to the side in place.

"puff!"

The sharp flying sword avoided the fatal back of the neck and slashed deeply into Li Laosi's broad left shoulder. The blade cut through flesh, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The flying sword got stuck between the shoulder blade and the collarbone.

The captain made a sword incantation in mid-air, wanting to draw his sword and strike again, but found that the flying sword was as if it were grown into the opponent's bones, and did not move at all.

There was no trace of pain on Li Laosi's face. His bloodshot eyes were filled with a chilling madness.

Using the force of the flying sword's strike, he suddenly turned around. His right hand reached behind his back, and he grabbed the ancient, broken, black and red spear.

"I'll see you off!"

Li Laosi let out a wild roar.

His right arm muscles bulged high, and the broken ancient spear transformed into a black lightning bolt, hurled out in an instant! The force was so great that it tore through the air.

The captain didn't even have time to scream before the ancient broken spear pierced his chest.

"Thump!"

The immense impact sent him flying more than ten feet, pinning him directly to the tattered hull of the bone spirit boat behind him. Primordial baleful energy surged wildly into him through the spear tip, instantly shattering his internal organs.

The cultivators on the remaining two spirit cranes were utterly terrified.

These aren't some kind of lowly waste materials; they're a bunch of living, breathing ancient demons!

"Run! Run!"

Several cultivators desperately pounded on the crane's neck, trying to pull it up as high as possible, hoping to escape this hellish place.

"Come and go as you please? Do you think this wilderness is your backyard?!"

From the mud below, dozens of Bloodthirsty thugs roared in unison.

They swung dozens of thick rope nets with both hands. These were all woven during the day from the sinews of sand lizards mixed with barbs of fine steel.

Dozens of barbed nets, propelled high into the air by the Blood Disciples' extreme brute force, spread out in a vast expanse, entangled the flapping wings of the two spirit cranes.

"Get down here right now!"

Dozens of rugged men below exerted their strength simultaneously, their feet sinking into the mud, their waists and legs moving as one.

"boom!"

The two enormous spirit cranes, along with the wailing immortal cultivators on them, were forcibly pulled down from the sky by this terrifying force.

Mud and water splashed everywhere, and the screams were quickly drowned out by the sound of fists hitting flesh and bones.

The battle ended very quickly.

Apart from the blood churning in the mud, silence returned to the surroundings.

Li Laosi dragged his injured thigh and walked step by step to the wreckage of the Bone Spirit Boat.

He pulled the flying sword stuck in his left shoulder, casually threw it on the ground, and then stomped his big black foot directly on the face of the punishment captain.

The captain was dead; there was a huge hole in his chest.

Li Laosi bent down and forcefully pulled a jade slip from the captain's arms.

This jade slip was different from the usual communication talismans; its surface was flashing a blinding red light, giving off an extremely urgent feeling.

Several tribal chiefs gathered around.

The one-eyed old man took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and his face instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper.

"This isn't a kill order," the old man's lips trembled. "This is an 'Emergency Evacuation and State Sealing Order' issued directly from Zhongtian Prefecture to all immortal ships in the Western Wilderness!"

Li Laosi frowned: "What did you write?"

The old man's hand holding the jade slip trembled violently, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"It says..." The old man swallowed hard, "The Marrow Extraction and Extinction Array of Dongxuan Prefecture is about to be activated. All Immortal Alliance forces in the Western Wilderness are ordered to withdraw immediately! Without delay!"

The old man raised his head, his one eye staring in terror at the east.

"The last line is... Let the remnants of the Great Wilderness... be buried with the calamity of the earth!"

The night wind suddenly grew fierce, as if it were singing a funeral dirge for the Great Wilderness. The broken ancient spear in Li Laosi's hand emitted an extremely uneasy hum.